Home

Home. It's a small word, but like many small words it is layered with nuance. In it are tied concepts of family, attachment, refuge, security. It can be a place of joy or of pain. It can be not a place at all. For years home has been a routine, largely ignored in the comings and goings of day to day living. It is amazing how moving from that center reveals it anew for what it is. I had suspected that I loved my house and things, but I have in exile found just what home is to me. It is a beautiful woman who has had the grace and equanimity to be my companion and best friend for going on 13 years now and it's a pair of monstrous foundlings who terrorize every tennis ball and kong that has the bad fortune to come to their notice.

Here's a picture.


So if you're curious why this comes to me now, I'll tell you. I'm sitting in PDX waiting for my flight to Denver. I'm going Home.